Deep Sea Embers.

Chapter 410 Twins
Amidst the roar of artillery fire, a strange twin ghost ship came in and rushed across the battlefield under the noses of the two warring parties. Let alone the Sea Mist, Tirian even felt that even deep in the dense fog Those "fake" warships were stunned for several seconds.

Then, he heard Aiden's voice coming from the side: "Boat...captain, the one who ran past just now seemed to come out of the fog, shall we... fight?"

On the bridge, all eyes turned to their captain, because what the captain said a moment ago still lingered in everyone's mind:

After the war, all new things that appeared in this sea area were enemies.

"...Fuck!" After a few seconds of embarrassing silence, Tirian finally opened his eyes and shouted, "Can you catch up?! And you didn't see the shadow of that ship in the sea?"

Aiden shrank his neck suddenly, a flash of light flashed across his bare head, he hesitated and said, "I saw it, that shadow... seems to be entwined with spiritual fire."

As soon as the chief mate finished speaking, a low-pitched roar came from the depths of the Sea Fog's hull, and at the same time, the whistle above the deck suddenly sounded—this former main battleship of the Lost Fleet, which had been transformed by extraordinary power, seemed to be Now he responded spontaneously, affirming the first officer's judgment.

"The ship has also sensed." Aiden looked up and looked around, looking at Tirian with a complicated expression, "Captain, what did you say was the origin of the ship just now?"

"...Maybe it's my father's arrangement," Tirian said in a deep voice with a serious expression, "don't get too deep into it, just keep fighting. In addition, inform all friendly forces, including the Frost Navy, not to stop that weird ship... Forget it, I guess That speed..."

As soon as he spoke halfway, the sailor who was listening to the radio suddenly received some news, and then stood up and reported loudly: "Captain! A call from the Frost Navy'Sea Owl' said that there was an extremely fast ship just now. Suddenly, a ghost ship with a strange appearance rushed past them and headed straight for Frost Island, and they asked if it was our ship."

Tirian squeezed the center of his brows hard, and waved his hand after a while: "I can't tell them about the Lost Country - just say it's a friendly army, and don't explain anything else. I'll go to 'him' after the battle situation stabilizes. Confirm the situation."

"Yes, Captain!"

The artillery roared, and the flames and explosions in the fog did not calm down a little because of this momentary interlude. Between the huge water column rising into the sky in the distance, Tirian's thoughtful eyes penetrated the thick fog in the battle zone, quietly Jing stared at the direction where the strange ship left just now.

……

"I feel like we bumped into something just now!"

Lawrence hurried back to his desk from the side of the porthole, said loudly to a small mirror on the table, then looked up anxiously, and saw that the sea outside the porthole was dim and hazy, as if there were countless shadows The illusory things are floating on the surface of the sea, and for a moment it is impossible for people to distinguish which is real and which is phantom.

And the White Oak itself was passing through those phantoms at an astonishing speed.

A black mist surged in the mirror, and a female adventurer wearing a captain's uniform appeared in the mist.

"We didn't hit each other," said Martha with a happy smile on her face, "we just almost hit each other."

"It's scary to almost hit it!" Lawrence picked up the small mirror and said quickly as he walked towards the window, "I didn't realize it when there was no reference just now—what speed are we now?! "

"Very fast, very, very fast—an invisible phantom that can pass through the waves like the wind," Martha smiled, looking into Lawrence's eyes through the mirror, "Do you remember what you said to me many years ago Did you say that you want to transform the White Oak and Black Oak into the best pioneer exploration ships, and then, together with me, sail across the sea like the wind...My love, we are at least seven to eight levels now."

"I'm a metaphor! A metaphor!" Lawrence's eyes were full of horror, because just as he opened his mouth, he watched another huge phantom almost brushing the porthole in front of him and skimming backwards. The phantom ship The bridge is tall, the turrets on the side of the hull are pointing far away, it is fighting fiercely with the enemy in another dimension, and the White Oak-Black Oak seems to rush directly in front of the muzzle of its main gun.

After a while, Lawrence raised his hand and tapped his forehead, sighed: "Forget it, as long as you can guarantee safety, what is the situation outside now?"

"We are crossing the war zone." Martha's tone was gentle and calm.

"The war zone? Who is fighting?"

Martha in the mirror turned her head, as if she was observing the situation on her side, and turned her gaze back after a while: "The Frost Navy in the real world, and the famous Sea Fog Fleet, and their opponents Fakes that floated up from the mirror into the real world."

Lawrence's heart sank, and his expression became serious: "...is it the last moment?"

"It looks like it's here," Martha said softly, "The mirror image is overlapping with the real world, and the final 'inverting' process has begun."

"Why so fast? Didn't you say that the process is not so early?"

"I can only make general conjectures, Lawrence—after leaving the ranks of fakes, the connection between me and this mirror world has been weakening rapidly. I don't know what happened, but it is obvious that someone has consciously accelerated the process of mirror inversion. ..."

Lawrence didn't speak for a while, just looked out of the window, at the hazy and chaotic sea and the illusory phantoms passing by, and asked suddenly after a few seconds: "Are we still sailing in the mirror sea?"

"Yes, we are still trapped in this mirror world," Martha nodded, "but the barrier between the mirror image and the real world is blurring—there is not much time left for us."

"What would happen if inversion was actually done?" Lawrence asked.

"A city-state becomes a hotbed for the descending of ancient gods. What do you think will happen?" Martha asked calmly.

Lawrence rubbed his temple subconsciously.

"...Damn it, how far are we from Frost?"

"We're almost there," Martha raised her hand in the mirror and pointed out the window, "I can already see the lights of the port area from my side, and countless ships are gathering in the surrounding waters. Shipwrecks from the past half century, Countless replicas—but they ignored the Black Oak, at least temporarily."

Lawrence nodded with a serious expression. He took the mirror used to talk to Martha, opened the door to leave his captain's cabin, and asked in a deep voice as he walked towards the bridge: "When you arrive at Frost, what do you need? How do I do it?"

"Find their lair—the power used to create and maintain this mirror world is deep in the frost, and I can feel its approximate location," Martha's always smiling face turned serious, she Looking into Lawrence's eyes, his tone was very serious, "And once you start looking for it, the fakes entrenched around the city-state should also react immediately, and I will find a way to hold them back."

"...Can it be dealt with with just two ships of black oak and white oak? As you said just now, countless ships are gathering..."

"We are part of the Lost Fleet, Lawrence," Martha smiled again, "and we are not the only ones involved in this battle."

Lawrence quickly reacted and looked out the corridor window thoughtfully.

Those shadowy and huge ship shadows are fighting on the distant sea. As time goes by, the boundary between the mirror image and the reality is further blurring. Soon, including the mirror image frost and the real frost, the entire sea area will be blurred. burn up.

"I understand." Lawrence nodded, looked away from the window, and continued to walk quickly towards the bridge, "but there is one last question—I can lead the team into Frost, but how should we deal with it? That...'thing' in the depths of the city-state? If it is, as you said, an ancient god or a part of an ancient god, then ordinary weapons may not be able to deal with it."

The bridge is here.

Lawrence collected himself and stepped forward to push open the door.

His first mate, second mate, the ship's chaplain, and his crew were all waiting for him here.

And that weird-looking anomaly 077-sailor—this mummy found a crew cap from the White Oak and put it on top of his head. At the moment, he is also sitting on a certain chair, curious And focused on studying the work of other crew members.

Lawrence walked towards them, and the crew rose to salute him.

Martha's voice came from the mirror: "You will have help."

Lawrence responded to the greetings from the crew, and when he heard it, he looked at Martha in the mirror in surprise: "Helper?"

"Yes, helper——for many years in the past, they have been fighting in the depths of this mirror world, trying to break through the gate leading to the deepest part of the city-state, but they have never succeeded. You go find them, no need Explain the purpose of coming, and they will naturally become your help...probably."

"perhaps?!"

"Because I'm not sure how they exist, whether they can communicate with people—Lawrence, you know, although I've been wandering here for many years, I don't have much freedom."

"Okay, I see, helper," Lawrence sighed, and then he couldn't help but be curious, "I thought we were the only ones fighting against the 'fakes' around here, but I didn't expect that there were other people, they Who is it?"

"They call themselves...the Queen's Guard."

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